Jonathan Parks
Jonathan gave a half hearted smile as Danny pressed the ice pack to his nose. She knew her way around his apartment after all the times
they'd been here together. "I'm sorry...but thank you" John watched as she started to walk away. He wanted so badly for her to stay closer. It seemed this situation hadnt changed his feelings at all. "Will you drive me to my car? I should probably be getting home" Jonathan hesitated for a moment but nodded standing up. "Um sure." He muttered, picking up his keys from the hook where they normally stayed dormant. He led Danny to his car, occasionally looking back at her. Jonathan opened Danny's door for her, walking over to the drivers side. This car was old, but he managed to fix it up a little, the engine worked and he managed to put new leather over all the seats. There were good memories in this car. John smiled, driving out of the apartments shared garage. Unconsciously he made a wrong turn, he always did that with Danny, he just always wanted more time with her. Every so often John glanced over at Danny. Out of instinct, he shifted, his hand lying inbetween them and one hand on the steering wheel. John normally held Danny's hand when he drove, being close to Danny was kind of like a second nature to him. He cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of the lump that seemed to be constantly in his throat lately, "So... Have you told your parents about... you know." He stated awkwardly, giving a pointed look to her stomach. He felt like he already knew the answer to that, Danny's parents could he pretty harsh when they wanted to be. Jonathan looked over to Danny, and he couldn't help it. He reached over, tucking any stray hair behind her ear. "Everythings going to be ok." He said, but he felt a pang of guilt in his stomach, he didn't really believe that, how could it be so anyways. He looked back to the road ahead, both hands on the steering wheel, gripping it slightly. "I don't think you should be alone right now. Espesially not alone with your parents. You should consider going over to your sister's place. Didn't you say they moved out?" Concern laced his voice. Jonathan pulled up beside Danny's car, as she was about to get out, panic hit John, he grabbed her hand for a second. Hesitating for a moment he let go, looking forward in silence. Jonathan waited for Danny to pull out then drove off himself. He went to the Youth Rehabilitation Center, walking in and looking to his phone. Zechariah already texted him back. He must have missed it with in all that happened. "I'm currently with a patient, right now, John, but I'll meet you at the lobby, once I'm finished with this appointment." shrugging John sat in one of the plastic chairs they had situated in the lobby.